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Cheng Che's eyes flickered, but suddenly he saw Zhou Ri sitting next to the round table and placing a luggage bag and a box on the table.
Cheng Che blinked, glanced at Latio and then looked at the gold dust.
Shajin pointed at the bag and said, "You can keep the cornerstone. I don't plan to do anything earth-shattering here. But give me the bag. My gift money is hidden in it."
"I see..." Sunday chuckled, put his palm on the box, raised his eyes and looked directly at the gold dust, "Please be honest with me and tell me what is hidden in this abandoned box? Is it the cornerstone? Or is it nothing?"
Gold Dust: ...
It has come to this point, so there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with continuing. Anyway, Sunday doesn't know what his next move will be.
Only when he was at the end of his rope would Sunday perhaps fall into his trap?
Sha Jin raised his eyes and was about to answer when he was interrupted.
The elegant man sat on a chair beside the round table, pressing the box with his palm and making a subtle sound, "Shh."
Placer gold: ???
what happened?
Without waiting for Shajin to speak, Sunday stopped smiling and looked directly at Shajin. "O triple-faced soul, please use a hot iron to brand his tongue and palms so that he cannot tell lies or swear a false oath."
Shajin was slightly startled, and tightened his grip around the table, "What did you do?"
On the side, Cheng Che looked at the gold dust curiously, then turned to look at Zhou Ri, "Where is the poison? Is it rebounding?"
Sunday:……
I regretted leaving Cheng Che outside and coming in with Sha Jin.
Sunday's eyes moved to Cheng Che, "Do you want to try?"
"I don't mind." Cheng Che answered calmly, stretched out his hand to press Sha Jin's palm, and said calmly: "But forgive me for being blunt, you don't have enough power to attack a Lingshi. Oh, maybe you do, but I have more than just the ability of a Lingshi."
"Oh?" Sunday nodded and turned to look at Gold Dust. "Now, it's time for our Q&A session."
Sha Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the palm pressing on his hand.
Her skin was fair and slender, her nail beds were a healthy flesh-pink color, her nails were trimmed into round shapes without any blemishes, she didn't wear any rings, and her wrists were also empty.
Shajin raised his eyes and looked at Sunday, "Please."
Sha Jin answered yes to several questions in a row, and Sunday's expression did not change at all, as if he was very confident.
He looked at the gold dust and whispered, "Has your memory not been tampered with or deleted in any way, including but not limited to Liuguang Yiting's technology?"
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin silently turned his head and looked at Cheng Che, "Does it count? Does it count if you are here now?"
Cheng Che looked up blankly, "Huh?"
He thought about it and looked at Sunday sincerely, "Can you withdraw it? I'm not sure if I am tampering with his memory now."
Sunday:……
Sunday was silent.
He looked into Cheng Che's sincere eyes and felt suffocated for a moment.
The question that was originally being asked in one go was interrupted by this small question, and he did understand some time ago that this was a memory.
In other words, Cheng Che is now not only modifying Sha Jin's memory, but also modifying his memory of Sunday.
Sunday was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Then the next question is, are you from the Evikin clan of Tsygannia?"
Sha Jin's eyes darkened and he looked at Sunday without saying a word.
"Protest." Cheng Che lazily supported his chin with one hand and pressed Sha Jin's palm with the other hand.
He looked at Sunday calmly, "There are laws protecting prisoners of war. It's really immoral to stab someone in the heart. Do you have any other questions?"
Sunday was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, "This is the rule of questioning. It should be asked during the interrogation."
"I understand. It's not just the gold dust, but also his three generations of ancestors. I've learned this." Cheng Che propped up his chin and looked at Zhou Ri. "But your current behavior is no different from lynching. It's true that being ruthless during the interrogation can get more information. But my friend, he is just a witness, not a criminal suspect. You can be sure of this, and you don't have any evidence to prove his suspicion."
"He showed up at the crime scene." Sunday was unmoved.
"But he didn't appear at every crime scene." Cheng Che leaned back in his chair, his back pressed against the backrest, looking extremely lazy. "For a serial murder case, Sha Jin has no suspicion at all. He is not a suspect, he is a witness."
Sunday raised his eyes, "This is a reasonable interrogation process. Unrelated people should not speak. You have no right to answer for him. You are wasting his time to prove himself."
"It's not important." Cheng Che patted Sha Jin's palm and looked at Zhou Ri calmly, "You just said that I'm his superior, so if you ask my people questions, please be sure to get my permission. In addition..."
Cheng Che paused and said softly, "You forgot that I am also a victim. I also have the right to present evidence."
"Oh?" Zhou Ri chuckled, his gentle eyes fell on Cheng Che, "But let me remind you, the process of your victimization is the proof of your collaborative crime. If Sha Jin is the murderer, then he can cooperate with you and let you make the same wound to mislead me, right? This seems more reasonable. After all, no one has ever survived under death. You are an exception... It is lucky, but it can also be evidence."
"Yes, that makes sense, but I am the Envoy of Plenty. Even death in a dream cannot take my life." Cheng Che looked expressionless, staring directly at Ri Zhou. "The identity of an Envoy cannot be faked, so my identity as the victim is beyond doubt. I will provide evidence."
Sunday nodded, but suddenly his eyes went dark.
Cheng Che stood up, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Ri's chin, and looked him straight in the eyes. "My foundation is amber. It is transparent, clear, and clean. It is the honey flowing out of a broken limb. It seals life and prevents it from being eroded by time. Lies are exposed. Sir, please answer me, are you sure that Mr. Sha Jin is not the murderer?"
"Are you sure there is no traitor in the family?"
"Are you sure... that you are the traitor?"
Chapter 694: I’m angry, still angry.
The young man stood up from his chair, bent down slightly and stretched out his arms, crossing a little distance on the table, but raised his head with irresistible force, with a little warmth on his fingertips.
Zhou Ri's eyelids twitched, and he looked up to meet Cheng Che's gaze, "You have no right to ask questions."
"It's not important." Cheng Che looked back calmly, his eyes fixed on Zhou Ri's golden eyes.
Golden eyes with a hint of dark blue in the pupils, he always keeps his eyes down to cover half of them, which makes him look much less aggressive, but he inexplicably reveals a sense of alienation from the crowd.
Cheng Che looked into those eyes and said softly, "I can ask whatever I want. No one can restrict me, right? Even if I am trapped in my memories, it is impossible for you, the power behind you, or even a certain star god to take my life, right? Now I am questioning you based on my outstanding abilities, and you have no way to stop me."
"Is it right?"
The young man's voice was calm, and although it carried a youthful aura it still made people feel heavy in their hearts.
Sunday lowered his eyes, and after a while, he smiled a little, "Then let me postpone my answer and continue my communication with Mr. Gold Dust first, okay?"
"Yes, sure." Cheng Che relaxed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and looking at Zhou Ri with his chin raised. "Excuse me."
Sunday looked at the gold dust, and a light flashed in his originally calm eyes. After a while, he spoke, "Continue with the previous question, you are from Tsygannia--"
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Che raised his hand and said, "I have already protested this point. I do not accept this kind of question appearing in a conversation about questioning witness testimony."
"Hmm?" Zhou Ri made a puzzled sound and looked at Cheng Che, "But this is what we should ask."
"It is also inhumane." Cheng Che looked at Sunday and said calmly, "Your sister is dead, and many people in Pinocchio are dead. So at this time, can I speculate that there is a murderer with great power and almost omnipotence, or even Mr. Sunday himself?"
"How is your sibling relationship with Miss Mockingbird?"
"Did you ever at any point want to kill your sister?"
"Did you kill so many people just to hide a reason in order to cover up the killing of the robins?"
"Are you questioning Mr. Shajin now to divert suspicion?"
"You!" Zhou Ri put his palm on the table, stood up and approached Cheng Che. His usually gentle eyes burst into an unprecedented murderous intent at this moment, "You shouldn't doubt my feelings for her!"
"Yes." Cheng Che stood up and stared at Zhou Ri with cold eyes. "You also know that the relationship between you two brothers and sisters cannot be desecrated. Then what are you doing now? Desecrating the feelings and story of a guest who was accidentally involved in a case? Don't you know that story? Why do you have to ask again?"
"Is this the family's way of entertaining guests?"
Zhou Ri turned his face to the side. His profile was exquisite and perfect, but his expression was still cold. "It's urgent. I have to do this."
"And then?" Cheng Che refused to retreat, staring at Zhou Ri closely, "I am also a victim and a witness. Are you going to ask me why I abandoned my hometown and came here? Are you going to ask me how to pray for the attention of the star god? Are you going to ask me why a person with a congenital defect has to bear the attention of others and still live in this world? Are you going to ask me another question, why don't you just die?"
Zhou Ri suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Che with a pair of golden eyes full of hostility.
Cheng Che seemed a little confused and frowned, "You don't have to worry about people trying to manipulate you. We are familiar with our conversation, so we can communicate frankly."
"You don't believe me, but you know clearly that Robin is not dead. If you are sure that she is dead, you should not consider how to continue with the plan you have hidden in your heart, nor worry about whether your panic will bring chaos to Pinocchio." Cheng Che leaned forward and approached Sunday. "You depend on each other for survival. You should go crazy now, make the world chaotic, and avenge her at all costs."
At this point, Cheng Che paused, then sneered, "Don't mention any righteousness. You may have great love, righteousness, and compassion in your heart, but everything originated from your sister who grew up with you and depended on you. If she is gone, all your rationality will disappear."
Cheng Che stepped back and sat back on the chair. He stared at the table in front of him with his eyes downcast, looking unhappy.
Sha Jin raised his eyes to glance at Zhou Ri, then turned his head to look at Cheng Che.
After a while, Sha Jin still couldn't stand the awkward silence after the quarrel. He stretched out his hand to poke Cheng Che and lowered his voice, "Why are you angry? I'm not angry yet."
"I'm not angry. I didn't even yell at him." Cheng Che glanced at Sha Jin, then looked away and continued to stare at the table. "Confirm your thoughts through the conversation. Look, he was already upset but still didn't refute what I just said, which means..."
"The robin is not dead. He may not have evidence, but he is sure of this fact." Shajin raised his eyebrows, moved his gaze to Sunday's face, and smiled with curved eyes, "It seems that Mr. Sunday wants to use me to achieve certain goals. However, we are all using each other, so I don't mind this..."
Sunday suppressed the anger in his heart and sat in the chair on the other side of the table in silence.
I'm so angry. I'm still so angry.
Cheng Che actually said that he killed the robin?
How is it possible? He cried just because his sister was lost!
"I have no doubt that you know the whereabouts of the robin. What about Mr. Sunday?" Shajin turned the ring on his hand and asked doubtfully, "I think his anger and sadness before didn't seem fake."
"I'm just guessing. In my hometown, I believe there will be people who betray their dependent relatives for a better future, but here... I don't believe it." Cheng Che spoke calmly, but his brows were still furrowed.
He raised his hand and pressed his brow, then he took out a small medicine box from his bag, found a painkiller and swallowed it, then he looked at Sunday, "I won't ask you your purpose, don't ask those questions, you just want to force Sha Jin into a desperate situation and do something so that you can fish in troubled waters, get out of control and establish your own control. It's very simple. If you think Sha Jin is not causing enough trouble, you can still come to me. I can even blow up Pinocchio for fun."
Sunday:……
Yes, we don’t ask about the purpose, but hasn’t the purpose been stated?
Sunday's straight back bent down at this moment. He leaned back in his chair, half closing his eyes. "Are you sure our conversation won't be leaked?"
"Who? Who could have leaked it?" Cheng Che seemed to be a little confused. He looked around so quickly that he almost made his dizzy and aching head dizzy.
He held his head and laid on the table, "You guys talk first, I was a little excited just now and my head hurts."
Gold Dust was confused for a moment, then quickly turned to look at Latio, "Professor, this..."
"It's normal." Latio calmly picked up the medicine box, took a look at it, and threw it into Cheng Che's bag. "The treatment of mental illness is reflected in controlling hormone secretion to ensure emotional stability. He has received relevant treatment. Emotional fluctuations can cause negative reactions such as headaches and drowsiness. He just needs to rest for a while."
Latio paused, then looked up at Gold Dust and Sunday, "It seems my betrayal is of no use."
I almost wanted to pursue a doctorate in acting.